accidental preference

In midsummer, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and everything is in a dazzling brightness. This is the last scene of Jiao Ci.

At this time, his health was already very bad, and he had to lie on the hospital bed for a long time a day.

It rained for several days in a row, but the weather was fine today, Jiao Ci felt much better, and the doctor also praised him for his good looks during the rounds.

Jiao Ci took off his hospital gown, put on his own clothes on the day he was admitted to the hospital, and sneaked out while the nurse was not paying attention.

He got on the bus, the scorching sun cast mottled light and shadow on his face, in the light and dark, those beautiful peach eyes were filled with bits and pieces of light.

The art center was still so grand, Jiao Ci climbed up the stairs and walked to the front of the grand theater.

After not coming back here for almost two years, the staff still recognized Jiao Ci at a glance. Seeing his thin figure now, his eyes turned red.

Jiao Ci thanked the staff who opened the door for him, and the wide and beautiful stage of the Grand Theater appeared in front of him.

Jiao Ci lowered his eyes, watching his feet stepping onto the plastic floor of the stage step by step. He walked extremely slowly, his back seemed to be in a steady state, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

He finally walked to the center of the stage, facing the huge theater and the audience seats for 2000 people, he stretched out his hand and firmly pressed his noisy chest.

He's finally here again.his stage.

There was no light and no music, Jiao Ci didn't care, he stretched his arms and hummed softly to accompany himself.

With a clear face and white shirt, black silk dyed in ink, the dancer on the stage has an elegant figure. He sometimes raises his wrists and lowers his eyebrows, and sometimes relaxes his waist lightly.

His fingertips draw an arc that makes people unable to take his eyes off, jumping and spinning on the boundary of loneliness and loneliness, as if he can hear the sound of time breaking.

This is Jiao Ci's most popular solo dance by the audience. He is like a sad and proud skylark, with endless twists and turns in his soaring figure.

This dance seems to be telling the life of Jiao Ci, submission and struggle, pain and joy, what you ask for and your heart's yearning... At this moment and here, this dance that has a beginning and an end has finally come to the curtain call.

Exhausted, Jiao Ci collapsed on the stage, looking at the empty stage.

His eyes were covered with sweat, and his vision became blurred. At some point, Xiao Jiayu appeared in the auditorium. It seemed that he had been here for a long time, just to watch him dance this dance, and then patiently waited for him to end the curtain.

Xiao Jiayu raised her head, looked into Jiao Ci's eyes with a smile, "Xiao Ci, you dance really well."

Jiao Ci also looked at him with a smile.

He really wanted to say something to him, "Brother Jiayu, you came to see me..."

But Jiao Ci was so tired that he couldn't speak, but Xiao Jiayu didn't care, he walked onto the stage slowly, bent down, and hugged Jiao Ci tenderly in his arms.

In an instant, tears scalded his eyes, thousands of words were choked in his throat, Jiao Ci gently put his cheek on the place where the other person's heart was, and quietly listened to the deep and powerful beating sound, with a gentle smile on his face.

In the theater where the lights were not turned on, Jiao Ci was lying alone on the huge dark stage. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but it could no longer shine on him.

Xu Jiang shouted, stretched out his hand from behind the monitor, and raised his thumb.

There was applause at the scene, and a staff member shouted loudly: "Happy Jiao Ci wrapping up! Happy Yunchen wrapping up!"

Xu Ce, who was closest to him, had tears in his eyes.

Yun Chen slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the stage floor, as if he was still immersed in the world of Jiao Ci.

Suddenly, Yun Chen saw Qi Qinghong striding towards him against the light, a large bouquet of rich and warm Juliet roses poured into Yun Chen's arms along with the familiar Lengxiang.

Yunchen was both surprised and happy, the sadness caused by the finale scene gradually dissipated, and it seemed like countless radiant fireworks were blooming in the bottom of his heart, he looked down at the huge bouquet of bright flowers shyly, and smiled happily .

Yunchen's filming of "Looking at Hometown" is now over.

In the evening, the film crew held a wrap-up banquet for Yun Chen, and the location was set at the banquet hall of a five-star hotel not far from the filming set.

As the first leading actor of this play to wrap up, Yun Chen originally thought it was just a small farewell party, but unexpectedly everyone came together.

The crew packed the show, the actors and staff were all dressed casually, the atmosphere was relaxed, and everyone was in a good mood.

When Qi Qinghong suddenly appeared in the afternoon, Yunchen found a faint bruise under his brother's eyes, as if he hadn't had a good rest for several days. Thick curtains, coaxing him to bed for a while.

Qi Qinghong was really tired. The training for the junior and senior classes had just ended, and he had a lot of things to do. He first went back to his work unit to preside over two important meetings, and then rushed to the crew non-stop, dealing with various issues along the way. After all kinds of documents and meetings, I finally didn't miss the children's finale.

Qi Qinghong didn't inform anyone, and quietly went to the shooting scene. On the other side of the theater stage, Bai Xiaofang was holding a water bottle and a fresh-keeping box containing fruits, and stood together with the masseuse at a place where the camera could not see, like two anxious old lady.

The scene of Jiao Ci's last solo dance has not been filmed several times in a row. Qi Qinghong watched Yun Chen fall down on the stage again and again, and sweat rolled down to the floor in big drops, feeling extremely distressed .

The dance is so good, the mood is so good, there is no problem at all, why is it always called to stop, Qi Qinghong looks at Xu Jiang's back unhappily.

The great director Xu Jiang, who has always been absolutely authoritative in the industry, suddenly felt a gloomy chill rising from his back.

When Xiao Jiayu from Jiao Ci's hallucination appeared and held him in his arms, Qi Qinghong became even more unhappy, even if he was a child!Finally endured until Xu Jiang called out, and couldn't help but strode towards Yunchen with flowers in his hands, completely forgetting that there were many people in the crew, not to mention the staff of the art center, as he was really It shouldn't be so loud.

When Qi Qinghong took Yunchen's shoulders and left the shooting scene, the bitter film king Xu still wanted to help him deal with the aftermath, and explained to everyone with a smile: "Why did my brother snatch the flowers I prepared for Xiaoyun, hahaha Haha... As expected, he is a good buddy of more than 20 years, helping me to maintain the actor's personality anytime and anywhere, hahahahaha."

Staff: That's right!

Xu Jiang: ...

Back in the room, Qi Qinghong was forcibly pushed on the bed by the always good-tempered Yun Chen.The fragrance in the quilt and on the pillow is the smell of children, Qi Qinghong felt sleepy, he hugged her in his arms without saying anything, and soon fell asleep.

At first, Yunchen nestled obediently in his brother's arms, slowly counting his brother's eyelashes, then couldn't help stretching out his fingers, and gently stroked the light blue under his brother's eyes with distress, and then quietly , gently kissed his brother's soft and warm lips, and finally fell asleep with his brother's steady breathing on his pillow.

When Yun Chen woke up, it was almost dark, and Qi Qinghong seemed to have woken up for a while, and was dealing with work.

Seeing that he was awake, Qi Qinghong came over and dug him out of the bed, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, pressed his head with the other, and pressed him into his arms.

The lips were covered tightly by another pair of fiery softness, followed by a suffocating heat, Yun Chen was so helpless to resist the kiss, and when he finally stopped, Qi Qinghong breathed heavily and forcefully Throwing on Yunchen's neck, both of them were reluctant to let go.

After a while, Qi Qinghong bit Yun Chen's red lips again, and finally let him go to change clothes.

After Yunchen changed his clothes, Qi Qinghong explained concisely when he sent the person to the door, "I'll come right after the meeting. No drinking."

Yun Chen nodded obediently, stood on tiptoe and reluctantly pecked Qi Qinghong's lips lightly.

...Just separated for a short while, the little guy is too sticky, how much he likes me, Qi Qinghong's heart is full of joy.

Under the light, Yunchen's eyes are moist, and the silkworms under his eyes are plump, with a cute and innocent childishness, his face is still flushed, his lips are swollen from gnawing, and his breath seems to be seductive.

Qi Qinghong couldn't help but kissed her again, thinking to himself, it's really a little vixen.